MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
OCT. 16 . 
Mm’ §0rf- f fefi0. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
MUSIC OF HOME. 
Wafted at midnight, I hear them when dreaming, 
Far from affection’s kind circle I roam, 
Soothing as whispers of angels they’re seeming, 
Sweetest of music—the voices of home. 
Far from my gaze are the eyes that were gleaming, 
Glad’ning my soul with their glai ces of light, 
Far from my sight are the faces bright beaming, 
Yet there is music that cheers me at night. 
Fancy still hear6th, as nightly I listen, 
Soft whispers sigh from that leafy elm tree, 
gently perform those little offices of love which 
many times take away the weariness of sickness, 
bat alone, with that unbecoming garment, insignia 
of disgrace, he must pass to bis account. 0, if there 
he may hear the Judge of all the earth say, “Thy 
sins are forgiven thee,” how happy shall it be. 
As my mind was thus occupied, the services were 
commenced by the Chaplain, Rev. B. I. Ives, by 
reading a portion of Scripture, and a hymn, which 
was sung by a choir composed of convicts. There 
was respectful attention on the part of the audience, 
but evidently, with few exceptions, no heartfelt in¬ 
terest, and when the hymn was Bung and the Chap¬ 
lain knelt in prayer, scarce a head was bowed in 
token of reverance or of communion with their 
God. Mr. Ives returned thanks for the manv mer- 
Heareth that stream that by moonlight would glisten, cies esjoyed, and then proceeded, in his peculiarly 
Sighing so sadly, and singing to me. 
Music of laughter my fancy now wings me, 
Voices of loved ones float still on the air, 
Words of affection now kindly it brings me, 
Hushed now to silence in accents of prayer. 
Oh ! how they soothe my sad spirit’s commolion 1 
Sorrow’s wild murmurs how mildly they quell 1 
Lulling the tempests on life’s heaving ocean, 
As if there were magic untold in their spell. 
Tell not of music from Italy’s bowers, 
Tell not of strains that from 'chanted isles come, 
pathetic manner, to pray for his charge, that they 
might pass from death unto life, and yet be a bles¬ 
sing to their homes and the world, and then he 
prayed for those whose homes were made desolate 
by sin and disobedience to the just laws of the 
land,—the parents, the wives, the sisters and broth¬ 
ers, and the little ones of these unfortunate men 
were all commended to the compassion of a loving 
Savior. As he went on in this way one head after 
another was bowed down, and the quick starting 
There's not in this wide world to soothe the lone hours tear, with now and then a stifled sob, told that was 
Music so sweet as the voices of home. the arrow that touched their hearts. Ah, thought 
Canaseraga, N. Y., 1858. Lyra. i ; there is yet hope where there is love for home 
and j t8 p Ure assoc } a ti ong< 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. After prayer another hymn was sung, and Mr. 
HASTY TEMPERS. Ives preached from these words: — “Cease to do 
evil, and learn to do well,” and a sermon better 
Scold, scold, scold fret, fret, fret, and what does adapted to the wants of a congregation could not 
it amount to? What do you gain? Are things done well have been preached; for, without telling them 
Written ibr Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
HASTY TEMPERS. 
Written for Moore’s Raral New-Yorker. 
THE AUTUMN WIND. 
BT KATE CAMERON. 
Thou Autumn Wind—thou Autumn Wind— 
A burden rich thou bearest. 
Many a wreath by Fancy twined 
Of flowers, th« brightest, fairest. 
Many a wasted gem of Thought, 
Many a vanished pleasure, 
Many a memory inwrought 
With the heart's dearest treasure. 
An echo of the Long Ago, 
With thy sad strain is blended, 
A murmur of that wave whose flow 
Shall ne’er on earth be ended. 
And to our hearts thou tell’st again 
The oft repeated story, 
That joys of earth are all as vain 
And brief as Summer’s gory. 
Thou briug'st to mind the “ loved and lost," 
O’er whom we wept when dying, 
Their Life-barks, no more tempest-tost, 
Are safe at anchor lying. 
And thou dost sing a requiem 
Above their place of sleeping, 
And still wilt sing when we like them 
Death’s solemn rest are keeping. 
Rochester, N. Y., 1858. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker 
THE FIRST FROST. 
Written for Moore'B Rural New-Yorker. 
THE DREAMER.—No. II. 
MEMORIES. 
The last dream I gave was by a blazing coal fire 
and with the gas light burning brightly, but all 
that has gone now, and those days have gone 
back into the past with many others. The sum¬ 
mer is here, burning and scorching ns all, and 
making our brains shrink up at the brazen sky, 
and furnace heat. Just in the midst of it all came 
one day from the Post-office, among business-like 
brown envelopes, and dull papers, a delicate little 
white missive addressed in a delicate little Italian 
hand, and strongly redolent of femininity. My 
clerk stared when he handed them to me, that l 
of all men, should have such a letter; but he stared 
still more when I put it quietly by until all the 
others were disposed of and the telegrams read, 
then opened it with my feet elevated on the desk. 
He would not have done so. He would have read 
the white letter first with awe and reverence. I ac¬ 
knowledge that would be more feeling, but it would 
not be business-like. I would lecture my clerk on 
such matters but he is too young to be benefited 
by it. By-and-by he will read the business letters 
first. Well, the letter was a cordial invitation from 
Susy to come out to H— farm and “ drive dull care 
away” for a time—as long as I chose. Appended 
were a few hearty, genial lines from Tom, endors¬ 
ing the invitatior. 
“John,” said I, “ how would you like a turn in 
the country?” 
John is my clerk, yon know. 
“ Very much, sir.” Didn’t his eyes snap! 
I guess John has a Susy down in the country 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorkai. 
THE ADMONITION. 
BY CLARA P. YAWGBR. 
Then didst Thou pass me in beauty by, 
Child of the Sunbeam—bright Butterfly ! 
Thou that dost bear on thy fairy wings 
No burden of mortal sufferings. 
Child of the sunlight! thou winged and free. 
One moment, One moment I envied thee!—Mrs. Hemans. 
Butterfly ! beautiful, frolicsome thing, 
With the gay bright spots on thy golden wing, 
Flitting forever from flower to flower, 
Sportively spending thy brief summer hour, 
Knowest thou winter ere long will come, 
Whose breath will thy silken wings benumb, 
Dash every flower from its fragile stem, 
And thy certain doom is to die with them ? 
And thus did the “Sunhsam’s child” reply— 
“ I rejoice with the beautiful flowers to die, 
For who would live when the loved are dead, 
With whom our moments have sweetly sped ? 
And Death’s cold fingers I do not fear, 
For I have no spirit to live fore'er, 
In joy or sorrow beyond the grave, 
No soul to lose—and no soul to save.” 
“ Bnt thou, immortal, mysterious soul 1 
Must live while circling ages roll; 
Thy fleeting moments were given thee 
To fit for an endless Eternity ; 
Thnu hast much to do in thy little day, 
While I have only to sport and play 
With the soft sunbeams and blossoms fair”— 
And away it flew through the scented air. 
THE IMAGE OF CHRI8T. 
The image of Christ, drawn by the pencil of the 
SS er? nn?°u ltrec0ve ^ the l08t > or broken, or that they were sinners above all men, he plainly The first frost ha B come. It has come like a somewhere who isn't married. I strongly suspect ___ 
. .. ? q lk W! ^, • 0a l0VC ’ 0r r f pec . t ’ or at ' 8howed them that if they bad obeyed the first part skillful artist, beneath the touch of whose invisible that there was more than one white envelope came THE IM AGE CHRI8T. 
it right to rid harVabouT tt foreverT If thafu was now th^d ^ ^ ere ’,® nd band, mountain and plain, forest and grove, are to oar box that day. The image of Christ, drawn by the pencil of the 
wrongs are committed that it is vour business to At th P rln«« 1 1 learn to do welL ~ clothed in vestures of crimson, yellow, orange a D d ‘ ^ ell, John, I am going down to-to spend Spirit, to which Scripture directs onr aims, is paint- 
knowld correct reproof warning and advice m-iate vp bp cf be 8em0E h ®* ba °8 a fe * appro- gold, more beautiful far than those of Solomon in a few days, and if yon will keep things straight ed in such colors, that it iB impossible often to con- 
* ay beZLX butnoTZ it calmlt so P The I Z i Tn T ^fiction. hiB g , or y. It has come, bringing with it the season here I wiil give yon a week when I get back.” ternplate it with ^ itB im J s tably affecting the 
Sykind*? helT/’r, n dt S? “ had . ente f d ’ and of exquisitely beautiful sunsets, when one fancies ‘‘Thank yon, sir!” heart A , tbe bodily eye ftat ha / loobed lo g Dg at 
fan o mnrJ pnH,H P ,i£ P» s » e f_ « ut of th8 gate once moreiuto the open that in the f flr . 0 ff cloud-land, be discovers with I saw John writing very busily a few minutes af- the sun retains a bright image of it. so the suirifual 
template it without its irresistably affecting the 
heart As the bodily eye that has looked long at 
the gun retains a bright image of it, so the spiritual 
fane coarse eDithets on the nffpndino- cnin-i,? .i, hm.it t TV , V , ,- 7 mm m uie «ar-ou ciouu-mnu, ne uiscovers wnn ... 6 tne sun retains a bright image oi it, so the spiritual 
When angry you cannot look at the matter in « t.h« 'Tv, 'Z-JelZl “v. mortal e ? e tbe golden 8treets and palaces of the 'HZ™ 6m8l ‘ whUe 8beet He waan,t e Y e that gazes steadfastly on the face of Christ is 
When angry you cannot look at the matter in a the grace which made me to differ from the wretch- 
just light. You are apt to be ungenerous, casting ed inmates, — and thus ended my Sabbath in a 
censure where there is no blame; perhaps the er- State Prison. * 
ror, traced back, was your own, or you have been East Lansing, N. Y., 1858. 
misunderstood. Be cautious, slow to anger, espe- -- 
cially in your own household. If any of the mem- DIFFERENCES IN WIVES 
bers there have disobeyed, or been reckless, or in- _ 
different, launching into angry invectives will be Two weeks since we were riding in the cars 
DIFFERENCES IN WIVES 
land of the “Hereafter.” It proclaims the death writing anything for tne. filled witb ij gbt< We carry tbia i ma g e witb ns 
of another Summer with its warm bright Bunlight, Two hours after that I waB standing at the De- wherever we go, and it blends with all our thoughts 
with its buds, blossoms and flowers, with its fields of pot at -holding Tom’s hand and returning his an d actions. It never ceases to be a study to us, 
waving grain now gathered into the garner; a cordial greetings. As we drove up to the gate of ever growing more bright and beautiful as we gaze 
Summer of which it may be said, its last days are rI— farm-house Susy stood in the door to welcome npon revealing in contrast, more and more, the 
its best, for having well performed its task it fades U8- Sbe was tbe 8ame > and J et not tlie same as of darkness of our own heart?. I have said, it is with 
away with a lingering smile of welcome to its An- old * Sbeused t0 he agreeable, good-natured, kind- us at conversion, as it is in spring, when the sun 
different, launching into angry invectives will be Two weeks since we were ridimr in the ca™ away witb a lingering 6mile of welcome to its An- ° nensed t0 be agreeable good-natured, kind- us at conversion, as it is in spring, when the sun 
ao far from impressing or reclaiming, hearts which whea a gentleman came and spots toa lad, direct 8,8 « r ’ ” «.'»“J " J have finished my course melts the sno„ in the Helds end on the mountain 
should be full of love will be hardened arainst vou ly in front of us who was seated hesidp a stetw wlth Each blade of grass, like an emerald ut her. The qualities are the side, but upon the highest peaks and in the deep- 
ty ♦ ,, . J 5 D8t y0U - y . 0t U8 ’ wn ° J aS £eated be8lde a slckl y encased in diamond?, proclaims the season when same - hut strengthened and developed by exercise. est valleys patches of it still remain So the ' 
Do we not all resent and rebel against abnsivp man, whom we thought was her husband. The , " How much like hnmp it fplf thproi * , ^7 r 1 1 81 1 rem din. do me rays 
r/beei^gS^L^see’ Til* * TT*’ paffioT whTw^evffienUy fconsJmffif ^ ^ cbard8ar ® bending be^eaTh the^rgoldL fruit, when ^Icome-the broad cool rooms-the fresh breezes still thewlSSlfa S helrt hdghteaid’depthij 
wards, and be readv to anknn Ip'i T' “ Last winter ” said shp “I wsntt the vine is weighty with its clustered delicacy, and the g oi ions old trees the green of the field?— where yet all is cold and hard. How much must 
fault- but if some one pomp T gear j r . epairtbe w i ntp ’ r V)pf nr p . ° p, an ! aS W1 joy. and gladness are beaming from every eye. It tbe S eri<:ron8 > wholesome food, are all elements of still be melted away, he is first aware who consci- 
tephpLiul , bltte , r rail ‘ i J° nda : 8Dd “shouts the harvest home.” a bea,lt ^ morc 8 rand ' more lova hle than the stand- entionsly yields himself np to the discipline of 
ing and merciless censure, before we have a chance no w we are thinking of removing to Wisconsin or 
to explain, or defend, or confess, we receive it in Minnesota, for the benefit of his health.” 
monts the harvest home.” » ueauuy, muii. gruuu, more lovame man tne stand- entionsly yields himself np to the discipline of 
It announces the season of fairs, when city and ards Gieece or marble or canvass, can Scripture. 
Z^enZ ;;"e a :rg";e 0r b C arb?nrj e< S IVe iU s country shake hands in jubilant glee over the first f" ^ radia ^ ^auty of a Home; a The longer we contemplate Christ, the more do 
everv Darticle nf rp t ^ / ’ ow > and . 7 0U '^ 8re l a -i^e fruits of the earth, and the productions of human heauty which no canons of criticism or of art can we discover how unlike him we are, how Belfish- 
ten aJd another S « ood r880 |ve is forgot- ^• her hardships m thus going away from her genius . when Squire Broadacre talks boastingly ever a PP-eciate or define; the only beauty which ness has penetrated our inmost nature, how poor 
nlease ordo wroTi!/ “Ti err te°> \ WG f d ° d ' 8 ' .<n i» t V Dg 8 ° muc h abroad. 0 f the products of his wide fields, and his goodly has the power to take hold of the hearts and souls we are in humility, in love. When we enter this 
divine ” Those who pnmtn n u,nan ’ 0 ‘ ,, U lve . ‘ p1 ,.’ 0110 mia at at all; if he dame displays with honest pride the cheese, butter of lbe mass of man hiud. Art may satisfy the school of discipline, it does not seem so. This be- 
. Idem JS,™ to T' ld ,‘r hl f '“' e ] e ?■ , „ 6 1,ew E “ 8l “ d of hit .kill in the dair, and « r 8 wrought holding onrsel ' e8 ^ tto image Ck.st ha. th. 
seldom willing to forgive and forget, ’ and are better than any other part of the country, for it is • -• , ,. , . «-of finer clav „ ., ....... , ,. 
oHnnllw tbp T>Por>ip mi.PQP v. * t m>. a y, ior it is kitchen,—when the mechanic displays his machine, . .. , . 7 peculiarity, that whilst we more and more discover 
usually me people whose conduct will bear least my home, but I am willing to live anywhere for , And tempered with a purer flame ” ,, , , J ,, ... 
Hornfinv , ■„ , 8 auywu Ior the artist his pictures and wax-work, and the beau .... . . 1 1 the darkness in ns, upon us all the while uncon- 
scruuny. his sake.” ,. bnt the most of us want a more tangible beauts • ... • t , * 
What is trn« mnumuiTmifrnf ,, T tt t , , his gallantry. It comes in a season of joy. , . ,, . . ” utaui., scions it is pouring its light. Paul has expressed 
v\ nat is true magnanimity of soul? Is it not to Her husband made no reply as he heard these t* ,, „ „ TTT . ^ J a beauty of the heart, not of the mind. ... . .. , , . . „ ^ . 
bear ills presses _ • b j f e<ira me8e It comes as the forerunner of Winter with its T , ...... . this in a particularly rich passage m his letter to 
bear ills, crosses, vexations of life, with a calm, words, but volumes were in his eyes. The incident, 
gentle spirit?—not with indifference or passiveness, however, did not particularly impress u?, until we 
but with a loftiness and purity of mind that can- stopped at a Btation about half an hour afterwards. 
And tempered with a purer flame,” 
bnt the most of us want a more tangible beauty_ 
a beauty of the heart, not of the mind. 
holding ourselves in the image of Christ has the 
peculiarity, that whilst we more and more discover 
the darkness in ns, upon us all the while uncon¬ 
scious it is pouring its light Paul has expressed 
this in a particularly rich passage in his letter to 
snows and its north vf-ind?. with a story to the poor >yl °^ ac , er 0 J^ es ow- vividly did childhood the Corinthians. lie says, “Bat we all, with open 
cf cold, and hunger, and bitter sorrow; to the come ac ' 0 “ e - uereY<ast e church spire, the f ace , beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, 
young, of coastings, sleigh-rides and frolics, and to 8C 00 ’ ouee J 1 " 8 e * came as of yore, (school- are cba nged into the same, from glory to glory, 
rmt H’lllipd ? T „„ . , . - v vuuug, in cuasuugs, siejgu-naes ana iroilCS, ana to , , ... , , v ' '- are cuangeu lino iue sauie, irurn giory 
wh ° ■ Ca °. not ThenatoMd entered the car, and took a M at by age a, „f peasant evenings around the "old ‘»“« 8 “™ r » t8 ”« 8 )«'»'oods end streamy every, even as by the Spirit of the Lord." A wonderfully 
r'a-S w8a troubled with ahroneheal and heanh..tone» It comes, the language of decay, »'”ei 88 '*™ »l>en Soar and I went "barefoot” rich saying, indeed. Jest as when we behold onr- 
Fear mav control the outwar id. ^77’, ,'7.' ' CU .F, o eome yeara standing. Inconrse teliiDg ns, as the flower and the leaf wither beneath 0 bc oo > ong ago. aelves in a metallic mirror, he would say, it spreads 
heart will be alienated and fil'p i 7* tbe „ ° nver8a lc ’ n ’ wa recommenddi a residence in its touch, that earth, with its temples, palaces and , K , . iVe ’ T Gre i 13 + r ^ 1 ° same eyep ’ ^ ac8 ’ over us its own effulgence; so we Christians, look- 
heart will be alienated andfilled with hatred. a certain Western State, to which he replied in generations shall vanish, and “leave not a wreck Tw ' Ju5t ab ° ut ! he same 8 S e > to °- Ddt y et ing with unveiled face at Christ, as into the mir- 
Let us study, above all things, to subdue, to con- 8U bstance: 
qner the hasty temper that flies into ungovernable “ 1 sb ° uId bave b8en ^cre three months ago, if "Tt comes an emblem of that first sorrow which Sp ° i,S tbe “ 
wrath at every little provocation, and makes us ^ lfe had been billing to go. But all her friends fal]s with crushin g wei ght, on the heart of child- Alm ° St iE 
misuse our best friends, as well as sinks ns in our ai ' e m Massachusetts, and no consideration hood> th e first letter in that book of experience by am DOta b; 
own estimation, for useless anger must always be- could induce her to leave for a residence so far wMc li man learns his brotherhood to that Divine the „ child t0 
ihind.” ba ^ a 8Cor3, Eut this Busy wears shoes—that ror of humanity, are adorned with his light, made 
It comes an emblem of thatjLbrf sorrow which 8poi,s tbe il!n8i0n - be the second Susy. partakers of this spirit, changed a? from glory to 
lls with crushing weight, on the heart of child- A m0St )nv0 ^ untai ^Y I at myself to see if I glory into the same resplendent image.— Tholuck. 
iod the first, tetter in tw nvnn, io „n 0 am not a ^e-foot urchin,- but I’m not I call - w - 
get contempt and self-reproach. 
- w Ior a resiaence so far whic b man learns his brotherhood to that Divine U1C ™ UU lu me ’ and ’ as 1 look int .° e Yes, the Every Man’s Life a Plan of Gom-Every hu- 
aw ,7‘, ... , Man, who, wffiile here, was “a man of sorrow and 8pe ® onie8C ; ver me a S a ^ n > aEd with knife in hand man goal has a complete and perfect plan, cherish 
e oo e a. once a tje strange woman whose acquainted with grief,” teaching him that like gold 111 0 carv-ng out such toys as a boy I remem- ed for it in the heart of God—a divine biography 
conversa ion we ci e . o e woman,” we said, he is tried in the fire, through which he who en c C1 f. ’ a y e Feen > In tko g^ss, once made for marked out, which it enters into life, to live. This 
^ Presto the end, learns Susy the First _ life, rightfully unfolded, will be a complete and 
Spectacles. 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker One of a thousand, doubtless, in this spirit of self- 
A SABBATH MORNING IN THE STATE PRISON. denial for her husband’s sake.” There is certainly 
- a great difference between these two wives._ 
It was on a beautiful Sabbath morning in July Happy Home. 
last, that I found myself in the city of Auburn, and --- 
resolved to attend public worship in the Prison ADVICE TO LADIES. 
Chapel. The day was fair, all nature was decked CTl „ r „ .. t ,, 7~ , JV 
Susy the First 
dures to the end, learns . life, rightfully unfolded, will be a complete and 
“ How sublime a thiDg it is, * & e ‘ e jS io _ blue eyes! I don t beautiful whole, an experience led on by God and 
To suffer and be strong.” m..an grey ' ej c.-.—-u.ey are co d—but real blue eyes. un f 0 i ded by the secret nurture of the world; a 
It cemes, reminding ns of that other frost, which downTon th6 f'’ d °^ n ’ drania cast in the mould of a perfect art with no 
shall whiten the raven locks, a harbinger of the old denth/of them Tlifioi * h8art and soul m the part wanting; a divine study for the man himself, 
age which is creeping on. It tells us that Spring- nte J u \ l , u ^ aad for « tbers : a 8tud y lhat 8ba11 forever unfold, 
a, -_ J 1 Black e J e3 ma y ^ a warm heart behind them- , n mnnArnna J 
in smiles, and as we passed’ alone The Jtreefni+h 4 HAVK the feet wel1 P rotected > then pay the next time, Summer and Autumn shall each pass away, hn^tbev W Ri m he&rt beblBd tbem in wondrous beauty, the love and faithfulness of 
early hour of eight ind a half o’clock their stiif att€ntion to the che8t - The chea t is the repository and warning us to layup a store of kindly feelings, let thp a b . “J'. 1 *. UC f ye . S are ^ 1Ddov y 8to God; great in its conception, great in the Divine 
ness seemed to speak of the day of rest upon which . of the v ; tal or S aD8 ' Tbere abides tbe heart and and affections, and “sunny memories” for the long u pc , n UB poor mortals of toe’^ ski11 b y which it is shaped; above all, great in the 
we had entered: for. pyrv.pntinvr „ Za .v _ lun S 8 - 18 from th e impression made upon these da JS of that Winter, when the life-blood, cold and _ _„ __ , J ^. momentous and glorious issues it prepares. What 
npon us poor mortals of the outer woild. 
momentous and glorious issues it prepares. What 
we naa enierea; ror, excepting now and then a ,.. luauD "uc me-uiooo, coia ana When „ e _ 0 : g the Fi t b t th t -- “““ &*-- 
footstep passing in the same direction of ours and ° rgaDS ’ tbrough the 8kin ’ tbat 1116 sh ^er comes, thin, shall flow sluggishly in the bine veins,-when and then c i a L eg incmirindv nn to me J a tbou 8ht is this for every human soul to cherish 
occasionally a devotee of the church hastening to 11 nature ’ s Q uake -tbe alarm bell at the onset the trembling hand Bhall grasp the staff to assist «i thought I was a bov Susy” ’ What dignity does U add to life! What 8nppor 
mass, all was quiet. of dan g er - A woman never shivers from the effect the feeble limbs as they “totter on the road,” and They were t b e "first I had made since I made d ° eS U bri “ g l ° tbe trials ° f Hfe! What instiga 
When we arrived at the gate we were admitted u" ha f da ’ or head; but let tb ® light sba11 gr ° wdilB tbe e f' them for her. There was half a tear in her happy “ w “ " -- 7 w ‘r 
by the keeper, and directed to the keeperThlffi 'd 1 1 P b ? 6r C i° th,Dg ° D b6r Cb6Bt ’ H ^ ^ f f l 8 V.^ 88 8be resumed her work. Tom throws me constitutes our excel ence ! We live in the Divine 
® p and off goes her teeth into a chatter, and the whole more frosts shall crisp the grass of the field, ere his thought. We fill a place in the great everlasting, 
What dignity does it add to life! What support 
does it bring to the trials of life! What instiga¬ 
tion does it add to send ns on in everything that 
h yields its frv 
T. D. Tookee. 
I believe I must go back to the city and send 
John down to the country. I hope hia Susy has 
blue eyes. 
plan of God’s intelligence. We never sink below 
his care — never drop out of his connsel.— Dr. 
BushnelL 
hsflssAmta * 6 , V John down to the country. I hope his Susy has Thb Value of Prayer.—P rayer is the haven of 
hese points attended to, the natural connections everymonth.” T. D. Tookee. i.- , , , .. ,, , 
’the dre.s will .apply tte rest, and the woman i. Tp.il.ati, Mieh, 18S8. M “ e *»«• a shipwrecked man, an anchor to them that are 
Advfnr+boote vr,n,ian,cwi.i.i,n • . ____ _ smkinginthewaves,astafftothelimbsthattot- 
i . v sit her neighbors, ^ Cultivate Cheefulness.—A n anxious, restless ter, a mine of jewels to the poor, a healer of dis- 
>od ofitTr the (imai if 6 P °° r ’ and ^ th6 minutelvfi, i ^ BS< j 1P J“ F ’ Ilgll8b land8C8pe bas . a temper that runs to meet care on its way, that re- ease?, and a guardian of health. Prayer at once 
Kppti f ' 7 f ' b . , ... f ° at€l y- fiD1 shed look; it lacks grandeur; its gr ets lost opportunities too much, and that is over- secures the continuance of our blessings, and dis- 
^ P-I^taconwv^lbrhappi^is^ sipates the cloud of our calamities. 0, blessed 
English Landscafe. English landscape has a temper that runs to meet care on its way, that re- 
minutely-finished look; it lacks grandeur; its g rets lost opportunities too much, and that is over- 
fcotTivno + « J At. „ £ ___•_ 
where^here^were'alreadv^ssembted 6 ^. eeper ' 8 ball> and off goes her teeth into a chatter, and the whole more frosts shall crisp the grass of the field, ere his SrmorningMp^ er ’ i ' 01k ' ° M 10 ' vsme thought. We fill a place in the great everlasting, 
gation. As the seats were all occajiad Crt°i™ *1 “ “ C f ° m “° ,io11 - , 0ne , 8udden and bod y 8ba11 ^ withered by the frosts of Time, after with one stride I am back from the Past to the p ! anofGod ’ 8 intelligence We never sink below 
kindly opened his office and Lfed us 'to Z lmpre881 °n of cold upon the shest, has slain which he shall go to that land where the pastures duties of the PreBent . his care-never drop out of h,s counsel -Dr. 
there. It is situated on the north sTdeoftoehaU l tentT^ TherafoBe ’^ tbe feet SiTtSTS' wher ® be abaU » ke o/thebonn- j believe j mast g0 back to the city and send BushndL ___ 
and commands a view of the north wing of the These points attended’Cthe natuml lonntctions every month.” ^ whl °y “ d J ^ mit John down to the country. I hope hia Susy has The Value of PRAYER-Prajer is the haven oi 
prison—also, the fruit trees and belongings of the 0 f the dress will supply the rest and the woman i. Ypsilanti, Mich , 1858. blue eyes * a shipwrecked man, an anchor to them that are 
p nson yard. Here, removed from the crowd, I ready for the air. Now let her visit her neighbors-—- n ^ -7~ H sinking in the waves ’ a staff to the limbs tbat tot ' 
could hear the grating of the locks as one bolt after c,,, T Cultivate Cheefulness.—A n anxious, restless ter, a mine of jewels to the poor, a healer of dis- 
another was withdrawn, and the tramp, tramp food of it or the fnn°of P ° 0r ’ and walk for tbe m5 i A ^ SCAr f —F ’ ngll8b laud8cape has . a temper that runs to meet care on its way, that re- eases, and a guardian of health. Prayer at once 
tramp, of the inmates on their way to the chaDel’ Zpot.*’,! f " . . ... f Bute, y' fin,sbed look 5 u lacks grandeur; its gr ets lost opportunities too much, and that is over- secure3thecontinuanceofourblessings,anddis- 
!t was a very doleful sound, and « I torted S is drv or^ Zorl' 7 T i" ^ iTof Znt 8Dd f J be J“P»«Ion left is pains-taking in contrivances for happiness, is fool- s i pat es the cloud of our calamities. 0 blessed 
beautiful view from the window and heard tZbirds LlTJ bv ” 8 ^ ^ Th6 graS3 isb ’ aad sbould not be indalged - If ^ canBOt ^ thou art the unwearied conqueror of hu- 
singing so joyfully, my heart was full. A call to make thP ® ’ lbpoison * Go up stairs and g w to the very nm of the water, like carpet to be happy in one way, be happy in another, and man woes, the firm foundation of happiness, the 
the chapel was quite a relief for a moment but on house like mitt8n80n - I-ly around the rawiug-room, which must not betray an this facility of disposition wants but little aid from source of every enduring joy, the mother of phi- 
entering where\early one thousand men of all ^ 1DCb 0 unadoBned flo ^’ f e fields are rolled to philosophy, for health and good humor are almost losophy. The man who can pray truly, though 
ages and nations were seated under the care of FrnH winZt retetn r ° 0B1 wUb doable win . d0( y 8 ' peGect ess, the hedges look as if they the whole affair. Many run about after felicity, languishing in extremest indigence, is richer than 
keepers, and dressed in the striped garments of the ti rbt ran - • n i -h^ 1 1 f ° m aD n d flaV ° r 7 a * r " h&d D ° US ? bnt baant - v; . tbe t ; rees and multitudin- like an absent man hunting for his hat, while it is all besides; whilst the wretch who never bowed the 
convict, the sensation was anything bnt pleasant. t/tLa «i i 7 ^ 1 f women - llie y n f ed air. ous vines have a draperied air, and strike the eye on his head, or in his hand. Though sometimes knee, though proudly seated as the monarch of all 
Here sat an old man bowed down bv s' d tl d C °“ ° n dUnD , S : these 0peratl0ES ’ ratber as part of tbe farming whole than as pos- BmalI evils, like invisible insects, inflict great pain, nations, is the most destitute.— Chrysostom. 
shaking with age by hTs sidZ man of te „ P ° Q SOmetblDg moie about tbe se381Bg “ indlvldnal iateie8t - We ba ve have seen and a siDgle hair may stop a vast machine, yet the ----— 
whose countenance shows that 1 , 0 = w CU a S • ^ . , . . woodlands in the far west that were far more grace- chief secret of comfort lies in not suffering trifles Preparation for Death.— The sad condition 
been one of his virtues and here too is tL ™ th th» t° ^ d tu k ^ p omf! • Llgbt , fades , fu y “ a J estlc tban ac 7 we have yet seen in Eng- to vex oue) and in p rade ntly cultivating an un- of many dying men is that their work is to do 
and the mere stripling’—young in veam but oZ at' C 7 P& ’ but , feeds the . No Iiving !f° d; kut we have no such miles of cultured and der growth of small pleasures, since very few when their hour is come; when the enemy is in 
Bin and degradation. As mv eve waStered Llr am “ al . or vegetable can eujoy health m darkness, fitted scenery. Nature with us throws on her grea t ones, alas! are let on long leases—i&W thegate, their weapons are to look for; when death 
this large and strange congr JatZ *teri f f 18 ff Eecessary as air ’ and a brown tan Cl0thes ne g h 8 entl y> confident in beauty; in Eng- Sharp. is at the door, their graces are to seek for; when 
all directions and from almoA?^^ ^ f 1lect .® d from 18 far preferable, even as a matter of beauty, to a land she has evidently looked in the glass until -—---- the bridegroom is come, their oil is to buy; the 
on a^ yo2 ““ mo “ reS ^ 8iCk ' y Palen6S9 ° f complexi —not a curl strajs from its fillet, not a dimple is nn- envy. pursaer £ blood is up ’ n th3n]( and tbe ^ 0 f 
very ill who had iust come from tv. 66 ! 1 ’ apparen y schooled. Kirkland. Some men are envied because of their wealth, refuge is not so much as thought of by them. In 
was already shakiL with a Hg D ° &U “ y ° Ur P ° W6r to . teach y° nr children self- -~~- Who env ^ others beoanse of their healtb : a word, the seven years of plenty are wasted, and 
and change of air had opcAAinnod Z-i ?t XerC1Se goverDment ' If a child is passionate, teach him A Childish Conceit.—L ooking out of his win- And whether it be in palace or cot, no provision for the years of famine. Time is 
ana caange oi air naa occasioned, whilst the flash by patient and gentle means tn onrh hia tpmnnr ~ . T ai a a One will ever sigh for another b lot, r A * 1 — t •« 
on his cheek and the hollow eye betokened con If he is greedv Zt vAte Xi AL'tZ t t , eVemng ’ Lnt SaW ’ ° D a tr6e &t And the blessings of life be unenjoyed, 8pent > and notb,n S 18 laid ap for eternlt y* 1 wUI ’ 
sumption. Alas! for him thereZas no matw i« KP lfi,if Z ^ liberality m h.m. If he hand, a little bird making his easy disposition for while envy is keeping the mind employed. therefore, now finish every work I have to do, that 
care, no sister to anticipate hi^wante aZ smoothe is ^ generosity, _a night’s rest. “I^ook,” said he, “how the little ^ - -—— . to die may be the last work I have to finish. 
not a curl strajs from its fillet, not a dimple is un¬ 
schooled.— Kirkland. 
A Childish Conceit. —Looking out of his win- 
ctreZflll 0 th6 t0mb ’ l0 ! ing hand With tender I lN childhood, he modest; in youth, temperate; his twigTucks 
care shall wrap around h.m the warm garment, and in manhood, just; in old age, prudent. to sleep! leaving 
a night’s rest. “Look,” said he, “how the little 
fellow preaches a faith to us all. He takes hold of 
Some men are envied because of their wealth, 
Who envy others because of their health; 
And whether it be in palace or cot, 
One will ever sigh for another’s lot, 
And the blessings of life be unenjoyed. 
While envy is keeping the mind employed. 
There is so great a charm in friendship that 
his heed under his wing, end goes there is even a kind of pleasure in acknowledging 
to sleep, leaving God to think for him l” 
ourself duped by the sentiment it inspires. 
' is at the door, their graces are to seek for; when 
the bridegroom is come, their oil is to buy; the 
pursuer of blood is upon them, and the city of 
refuge is not so much as thought of by them. In 
a word, the seven years of plenty are wasted, and 
no provision for the years of famine. Time is 
spent, and nothing is laid np for eternity. I will, 
therefore, now finish every work I have to do, that 
to die may be the last work I have to finish. 
If there b8 no enemy, no fight; if no fight, no 
victory; if no victory, no crown. — Savanar. 
